The little party at table heard the woman's servant's shrill call:

“You've got to come in, Will. Anna's here.”

After a few moments, the youth entered.

“Are you stopping?” he asked in his hard, harsh voice.

He seemed like a blade of destruction standing there. She quivered to tears.

“Sit you down,” said Tom Brangwen, “an' take a bit off your length.”

Will Brangwen sat down.

He felt something strange in the atmosphere. He was dark browed, but his eyes had the keen, intent, sharp look, as if he could only see in the distance; which was a beauty in him, and which made Anna so angry.